Island Theatre will present a staged play reading of Edward Albee’s Seascape for its Earth Art Bainbridge program. Written in the seventies, the play asks the question, “Are an evolving species or perhaps a devolving one?” It was awarded the 1975 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.
More information about the play is at http://edwardalbeesociety.org/works/seascape/.
The free Island Theatre production will take place on April 16 & 17 at 7:30 p.m. at the Bainbridge Public Library. It will be directed by Steve Stolee.
Island Theatre will present a staged play reading of Edward Albee’s Seascape for its Earth Art Bainbridge program. Written in the seventies, the play asks the question, “Are an evolving species or perhaps a devolving one?” It was awarded the 1975 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.
More information about the play is at http://edwardalbeesociety.org/works/seascape/.
The free Island Theatre production will take place on April 16 & 17 at 7:30 p.m. at the Bainbridge Public Library. It will be directed by Steve Stolee.
Images and Words of Love for the Planet in her Cosmos
Willow Tree Market, 169 Winslow Way East
The show opens on Friday April 22nd, Earth Day, at 10 a.m., with an Artists’ Opening Reception that evening from 5 pm to 8 pm. Come early and stay late because many of the artists will speak about their process and perspectives.
Willow Tree hours: Mon – Friday 10 a.m. to 6 pm, Saturday 10 a.m. to 5:30, Sunday noon to 4 pm. Show ends April 30th.
Janet Norman Knox’s performance prose poem, Artifact Pattern, examines the Alaskan Way Viaduct as a way to observe humanity’s take on climate change. In collaboration with musician Tom McDonald, Knox uses the humor and heaviness of a viaduct and climate in flux to weigh in on what both tell us about ourselves. Built on giant carbon feet, the viaduct’s very cement is a massive carbon sink. The viaduct is our Roman aqueduct, sending carbon like water to quench the empire’s power thirst. The viaduct is lodged in geologic history like a receding glacier. It occupies the same footprint as the fingers of glaciers that retreated, dropping their erratics, sands, and gravels. There are many facts to connect and our very human brains want to recognize the patterns in poetry, in music, in the quandaries of a society speeding headlong into an uncertainty where we may find ourselves.
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